Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1887-08-29

the child's rough crib there are the chant
ings of angels as those that broke over
Bethlehem. 1t is home. These children
may come I'D after awhile, and they may
win high position, and they may have an
afiluent residence; but they will
not until their dying day forget that hum
BILE roof, under which their father rested,
and their mother sang, and their sisters
played. o, if you would gather up all
tender memories, all the lights and shades
of the heart, all banquetings and reunions,
all filial, fraternal, paternal, and conjugal
affections, and you had only just feur let
tiers with which 10 spell out that height
and depth, and length, aud breadth, and
magnitude, and eternity Of meaning, you
would, with streaming eyes, and tremb-
ling voice, and agitated hand, write it out
in those four living capitals, HOME.
What right does woman want that Is
grander than to be queen in such q realm?
Why, the eagles OF heaven cannot fly
across that dominion. Horses. painting
and with lathered fanks are not swift
enough to run to the outpost Of that realm.
They say that the sun never sets upon the
Euglish empire; but / have to tell you
that on this realm Of womnn's influence,
eternity
NEVER MARKS ANY BOUND.
Isabella fled from the Spanish throne,
pursued by the nations anathema; but
she who is queen in home will never lose
her throne, and death itself will only be
the annexation of heavenly principalities
| When you want to get your grandest
idea of queen, you do not think OF Cath
arine of Russia or of Anne OF England, or
Marie Theresa of Germany; but when you
want to get your grandest idea Of a queen
you think OF the plain woman who sat OPP
posite your father ut the table, or walked
with him arm in arm down life's pathway;
sometimes to the thanksgiving banquet,
sometimes TO the grave, but always to-
gether-soothing your petty grieis, correct
ing your childish waywardness, joining IN
your infantile sports, listening to your
evening prayers, toiling for you with needle
or at the spinning wheel, and on cold
nights wrapping you up sung
and warm. And then at last
on, that day when she lay
in the back room dying, and you saw her
take those thin hands with which she tOiled
for you 80 long, and put them together in
a dying prayer that commended you to
God whom she had taught you to trust.
o, she was the queen The chafiets OF
God came down 10 fetch her, and as she
went in, all heaven rose up. You cannot
think of her now without rush of ten
derness that stirs the deep foundations OF
your soul, and you feel as much a child
again rs when you cried on her lap; and
if you could bring her back again TO speak
Just once more your name, as tenderly as
she used to speak it, you would be willing
to throw yourself on the ground and kiss
the sod that covers her, crying: Mother!
mother" All, she was the queen; she
was the queen. Now, can you tell me how
many thousand miles n woman like that
would have to travel down before she got
to the ballot box? Compared with this
work of
TRAINING KINGS AND QUEENS
for God and eternity, how insignificant
seems all this work of voting for aldermen
and common councilmeD, and sheriffs, and
c0nstables, and mayors, and presidents.
To make one such grand woman rs have
described how many thousands would you
want of those people who go in the round
of godlessness, and fashion, and dissipa-
ton, distorting their body until in their
monstrosities they seem to Guido the
dromedary and hippopotamus! going as
far toward disgraceiul apparel as they dare
90, 80 rs not 10 he arrested of the police
their behavior q sOrTow 10 the good and q
caricature of the vicious, and an insult TO
that God who made them women and not
gorgons; and tramping on, down through
frlvilous and dissipated life, to temporal
and eternal damnation.
Ow woman, with the lightning Of your
soul, strike dead at your ieot all these al.
lurements to dissipation and to fashion.
Your immortal soul cannot be fed upon
such garbage. God calls you up TO empire
and dominion. viii you have it? o, give
to God your heart; give to God your hest
energies; give To God all your culture;
give to God all your refinement; give
yourself to Him, for this world and the
next. Soon all these bright eyes will be
qucnched, and these voices will be hush
ed. For the last time you will look upon
this fair earth. Fathers hand, mothers
hand, sisters hand, child's hand will be
no more in yours. 1t will be night, and
there will come up cold wind from the
Jordan, and you must start. Will it be a
lone woman on a trackless moor? All, no.
Jesus will come up in that hour and offer
His hand, and He will say: Yen stood
by Me when you were well; now | will
not desert you when you are sick" One
wave of His hand, and the storm will
| Il has Of "a han
midnight shall break into midnoon; and
another wave of his hand, and the cham
berlains of God will come down from
THE TREASURE HOUSES or HEAVEN,
with robes lustrous, blood-wa5hed, and
heaven-ginted, in which you will array
yourself for the marriage supper Of the
Lamb. And then with Miriam, who
with Deborah, who led the Lords host
into the fight; and with Hannah, who give
her Samuel to the Lord; and with Mary,
who rocked Jesus to sleep while there were
angels singing in the air; and with
Florence Nightingale, who bound up the
battle wounds of the Crimea, you will,
from the chalce OF God drink TO the souls
eternal rescue.
One twilight, after had been playing
with the children for some time, laid
down on the lounge 10 reEt. The children
said, play more. Children always
want to play more. And half
asleep, and half awake, seem
cd 10 dream this dream: II seemed
to me that was in a faT-distant land
not Persia, although more than Oriental
luxuriance crowned the Cities nor the
tropies-although more than tropical fruit
fulDess filled the gardens nor ltsly-al-
though more than Italian so!tness filled
the sir. And wandered around. looking
for thorns and nettles, bat found none Of
them grew there. And / walked forth
and saw the sun rise, and said: when
will it set aglin?" and the sun sank not
And saw all the people ia holiday ap-
parel. and said: "Wheu will they put on
workingman's garb again, and delye in toe
mine, and swelter at the forgeF' bat
neither the garments nor the robes did
they put Off And ] wandered in the
suburbs, and said: "Where do they bury
i